Having been debriefed by Ray and Hilary, the Rangers had all split up and headed home to lick their wounds. For Miguel, that meant at last facing questions from his foster family about his first day of work. Two words in, and he was already wishing the monster had just run him over.

He'd known how hopeful they'd be for him, excited to see him branching out and trying a new experience. Miguel just wished he could have met their hope with action, instead of a story of how none of it worked out.

"It was your first day," his foster mom, Jenny, insisted comfortingly. "Everything's always overwhelming when you start. It'll get better."

Miguel muttered his sincere but disbelieving gratitude, knowing full well the extent of their disappointment. They'd invested so much time in him, and he was still just meeting them with failure. Truthfully, since Miguel had moved into their home, there was only one thing that had been going well for him, one thing he'd been good at. It was the one thing Miguel could never tell them about, and now he seemed to be even failing that too.

"You've just got to give it a chance, Miguel," Jenny kept encouraging. "Everyone falls off the bike when they first get on it. What matters is that they get up and try again."

Of course, that was easier said than done, and by the time he'd stepped into the Hub the next day to apologize for the mess, Miguel realized there may not even be room on the saddle. Erika and Abbey were already aproned up and setting up the chairs to start the day afresh.

"Hey," Miguel said nervously. "Is Dirk around? I kind of need to talk to him."

"He's just out getting supplies," said Abbey, although the quiver in her voice betrayed her sense of delicacy. As if she feared what Dirk would say when he returned. "He'll probably be back soon if you want to wait."

Wait for an answer that Abbey didn't want to give herself. Hearing the news, Miguel's heart sank further. They'd already given up their free afternoon to clean up his mess the day before, and now they were here again. Because any attempt he made to help would only make things worse. No, they were better off without him.

The best way for him to help was to stay away.

Miguel's reaction was worn clear on his face, a disappointment that was impossible to hide, and as she pulled down the last of the chairs, Erika uncharacteristically softened.

"Are you doing, okay?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Miguel shrugged unconvincingly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just that, you kind of froze yesterday when we got cornered by Motor-Mouth." Erika admitted. "I've just never seen that happen to you before. What's going on?"

He wasn't carrying his weight, just as he hadn't here at the Hub. He'd only made things harder and had needed others to bail him out. Again.

"It's nothing," said Miguel. As he turned to the door, Abbey dashed to him, reaching to take his hand and hold him back.

"Miguel," Abbey said softly. "We're here if you need us."

There was a pleading in her voice, a hope that she could help him. But she couldn't. Not without her own life becoming harder. He'd done enough of that to her already. Rather than take her support, Miguel relinquished her hand and turned toward the door before he could see the hurt on her face.

"I should go," he said. "I've taken enough of your time."

He stepped out before Abbey could say another word, or before Erika could admonish him, and the chilling winter air prickled his face as he stepped beneath the overcast sky.

What could he even do? Dirk's was one thing; Miguel just wouldn't offer to help again. Whatever frustrations caused by understaffing were still better than fixing the messes left in Miguel's wake Dirk could just as easily find someone else and the problem would solve itself.

But being a Ranger?

Ray and Hilary had said so many times that the Morphers could only be used by people exposed to the Digitizer, and it wasn't like there was a long line of suitable candidates to take his place. His own sudden experience of being hit by a pulse of Digital Energy was unsettling enough to not immediately wish it upon another. But Ray and Hilary had both been exposed in their youth, there was no reason why they couldn't take up the Dark Morpher in his absence.

So why hadn't they?

Miguel had terrorized their team under Xaviax's control. He'd gotten Ray captured, and he'd later got himself sidelined when they needed him most. And now he couldn't even handle himself against a monster. He was pretty sure Zeke would still happily be rid of him, even if it would do nothing to change how Abbey felt the way about him.

But after all this time, Ray and Hilary still hadn't taken his Morpher, either for themselves or another; they'd allowed Miguel to stay on the team despite all his mistakes. Maybe they were just hoping for a change that wasn't coming. That he wasn't capable of.

It always happened, eventually. He'd screw things up, and then he'd be on his own. Again. The end was coming, he just knew it. Maybe it was time to head it off.

Step by step, Miguel slowly approached the museum, entering through the secluded back door before making his way to the secret elevator. In a sullen daze, he flashed his card and hit the bottom button as it lit up, feeling the weight in his chest grow heavier with every heartbeat.

The doors dinged and opened, but it wasn't the lab that met him. Instead, it was an underground carpark, dimly lit by sterile fluorescents that washed against the grey concrete. Miguel frowned, he hadn't been down here before, there must have been a malfunction with the elevator. He was just about to turn and try again when a voice suddenly called out.

"Coming to check up on me, are we?"

It came from behind a wall, where a brighter light was glowing around the corner. As Miguel ceded to his curiosity to investigate, he was surprised to be greeted by neither Ray nor Hilary. It was Dr Hawkins' brother, Ben, leaning over the open hood of a silver sedan. A wheeled tray of tools stood beside him, and as the man turned to meet his company Miguel saw that his blue t-shirt was covered in grease.

"Oh," Ben realized. "Sorry, I thought you were Hilary."

"I, uh, was looking for Ray," said Miguel, awkwardly. "I didn't even realize this was down here. I must have pressed the wrong button."

"Hilary loosened the access restrictions so that I could give her car a free tune-up," Ben explained. "Hoping to get some sage advice?"

Miguel's shoulders sunk, realizing his ineptitude was apparent to the newcomer. A veteran Ranger had been in the Lab, and he'd witnessed Miguel's curb stomping firsthand. "Yesterday was that bad, huh?"

But Ben just chuckled and shook his head. "Who said anything about yesterday? You said you were looking for Ray; I can't imagine the reason's changed that much in the last fifteen years. I know it hasn't for me."

There was something about the ease with which Ben said it, the unashamed admission that took Miguel aback. "You go to Ray for advice?"

"Turns out when your best friend was destined to be a shrink," Ben chucked, "you get a boatload of free therapy. Actually, it's good that you're here. I could use a hand with this." With that, he nodded to the open hood of the car.

Miguel's chest tightened at the offer as he realized one more mess that he could make. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea…"

Ben wasn't hearing any of it. "It meant it literally. I've only got two hands, and there's a loose tube that needs holding in a spot too tight for a clamp. My only other option is Hilary, and I've spent fifteen years trying, and failing, to convince her to put her hands inside an engine. Come on, it'll only take a second."

Shrugging in acquiescence, Miguel walked over to the bonnet and reached for the rubber pipe Ben needed holding.

"So did you want to talk to Ray?" Ben asked.

Miguel could only wince at the confirmation, wanting all he could to run from the answer but at the same time having no idea where to even begin. "You saw it all happen," he said glumly. "I totally froze out there. I made a mess of everything."

"What I saw," Ben replied, "was a monster getting the drop by surprising you with the latest gimmick. Don't think that never happened to us. Trust me, it happened plenty."

"But I made it all worse," Miguel insisted. "If I hadn't been caught off guard, maybe we could have blown up the monster instead of letting it get away. Instead, Abbey and the others had to waste time bailing me out."

But instead of scolding him, or offering more empty encouragement, Ben could only chuckle. "And what makes you think that never happened to us?"

Wait… what?

Seeing Miguel's astoundment, Ben's smile only widened, as if fondly reminiscing on old times. "Come on, Hilary's got to have gone on at length about the time we were so busy arguing that we let a bad guy sneak up behind us."

Many times. At great length.

"And there was the time when I'd fallen behind on my chores at home, so I was stuck cleaning the toilet while my team was busy getting swallowed by a weird tar monster. Or when I carelessly got caught Morphing on camera, and nearly got the whole team exposed to the world? Come on, Hilary's got to have told you one of those, right?"

She hadn't, or at least not in much detail. But even as Miguel heard Ben laugh about his past mistakes, something easy to do in hindsight, he couldn't help but sink lower. The problem wasn't just one mistake, it was all of them. As Ben tightened to valve around the tube, Miguel withdrew his hand, looking away in sullen contemplation.

"It's not the same," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because…" For a moment, Miguel wasn't sure he had an answer. On the surface, Ben's past screw-ups felt like his own. They were careless and impulsive; they were a mess for everyone else. To clean up Then, at last, Miguel finally admitted, "It feels like every time I have to make a choice, I make the wrong one. I fight when I should fly. I freeze when I should fight. When things get tough, when there are so many things going on around me, the path I take is always the wrong one."

"Like there's so many choices," Ben finished for him. "That it feels like the only way to stop things from crashing down is to make all of them at once?"

"Yeah…"

It was exactly what had happened at the Hub. Everything was going wrong, a swirling storm of disorder, so chaotic that Miguel felt powerless to stop it. That all he could do was his best to cover the bases, and it would never be enough. He couldn't free up his team from the Cyberdrones, he couldn't protect Abbey from ArcKnight and he couldn't stop the monster from running all over them.

But there was something in Ben's tone, a soft but subtle shift in his voice, an understanding that until then Miguel had been all too ready to dismiss.

"You know, you might not believe it, but I used to be exactly the same," he said admitted softly. "So overwhelmed by the choices in front of me that I felt like I had to do everything, only for it always to fall apart in a heap."

Hang on, that didn't sound like anything Miguel had heard. If anything, Hilary and Ray had always described him as the opposite.

"But, the way Dr. Hawkins always described you was so…" Miguel began.

"Immature, short-sighted, and impulsive?" Ben offered without even a hint of shame. "Trust me, she wasn't wrong. See, my way of handling all the options was just to do whatever was right in front of me. It was the right idea, but for a long time, I overcorrected. Led to plenty of problems, but it also let me manage the chaos and figure things out."

"But how did you make that work then?" Miguel asked. "How did you stop everything falling apart around you?"

Ben just shrugged. "Most of the time? I didn't. But trying to stop everything at once wasn't going to change that. But by taking on just one thing, at least something would go right while everything else went wrong. Could you pass me that wrench?"

Miguel obliged, retrieving the tool from the bench as Ben continued with his tinkering.

"Growing up, I kept myself sane by just focusing on what I was good at," Ben said. "It stopped everything from spiraling out of control and helped me figure out what I wanted, even if it meant moving at a different pace than everyone else. They kept good grades, where I aced auto-shop and struggled with everything else. They went to college, I worked in a garage. For a while, it felt like I was going nowhere, and everyone else was doing better than me. Like I was getting left behind. Spark plugs?"

"So, what changed?" Miguel handed over the next requested item.

"I figured out what I wanted to do at my own pace," Ben replied. "I could have done what people expected of me, but I'd have crashed and burned. So instead, when I finally did go to college, I knocked it out of the park. Because I realized that sometimes it doesn't matter what choice you make, just that you made one at all."

"But what if it's the wrong one?"

"Then you adapt," said Ben. "A wrong choice can still teach you something. Failure isn't a bad thing, not if it helps you make better choices later. What matters is that you don't get so swept up in everything that you end up doing nothing. Or that you get so down on things going wrong that you don't see the chance to fix it."

Like Miguel did every time.

"I just wish there was more to look past," he said sadly. "It feels like even when I try to fix things, I just make it all worse."

"But you don't."

Lena's voice sounded so suddenly that Miguel almost jumped, spinning in surprise to see her standing before the open elevator with a box of spare parts in her arms.

"You don't always make the wrong choice," she repeated. "You didn't with me."

"I didn't do anything," Miguel insisted.

"You never gave up on me," Lena replied. "You saw the good in me and gave it a chance when even I didn't want to. I'm here because of you, Miguel. This team is one Ranger stronger because of you."

"But all I did was…"

"You gave me a chance," Lena cut him off, no longer having any of his self-pity. "You didn't try to spell out what I should do, you didn't give me a step-by-step program for redemption. I probably would have run a mile if you did that. But you held the door open for me, and that was what I needed."

It felt like nothing, at times Miguel was worried that he wasn't going to get through to her. And yet, that was what had saved her? Something so simple?

Ben rose from beneath the car hood, chuckling and wiping the last of the grease from his hands as he wandered to the driver's side door.

"Sometimes, the smallest choices have the biggest impact," he said. "It might not feel like much. But when you just do one thing at a time…" Grinning, he reached beneath the wheel and turned the key, and the engine purring to life with a smooth vibration. "You'd be surprised what you can achieve."

"You've got to start giving yourself more credit," Lena smiled, and for the first time since everything felt like it was going to hell, Miguel began to believe her.

An act he owed a few others as well.

"How did you manage it?" Miguel asked Ben. "When things seemed too much, how did you stop yourself from freezing?"

"Other than accepting that I can't do everything? Sounds crazy, but all I'd often need was a breath. There's nothing that you can fix that can't wait that half a second, so give yourself a moment. You'll gain far than you could lose."

For a moment, Miguel double-blinked in disbelief, surprised at the response. It sounded so simple, such a basic action that it couldn't possibly work. Could it?

"But what if…" Miguel tried to argue. "What if in that breath, everything falls apart?"

"Would that half-a-second have really stopped that?" Ben replied. "Trust me, sometimes there are benefits to taking it easy. It lets you put your efforts where they matter."

"And you're not alone," Lena assured him softly. "When things were falling apart around me, someone very wise helped me realize that I didn't have to face it all on my own."

Maybe it was someone Miguel should talk to. "Really?" he asked her earnestly. "Who was that."

Lena could barely contain her smirk as she replied with the obvious, "You did."

Maybe it was time he was started taking his own advice then. But as Miguel stood there, absorbing some of his own reflected wisdom, another thought suddenly occurred to him. "Hang on," he realized as he looked at the box of parts Lena had laid on the table. "What are you doing down here?"

"Catching up," Ben warmly replied for her as Lena looked away sheepishly.

"I've still got a few people on my list of amends," she admitted. "You know, from before?"

Another small step, bit by bit. Not a big jump toward redemption, just another small one. And maybe it really was time he looked back and admitted the steps he had taken, rather than just the ones he'd failed.

But before Miguel could reflect any further, their communicators beeped. The two shared a look, and Ben rolled his eyes in acknowledgment the sound could only mean one thing. Trouble.

Miguel opened up the com line, "We're here, Hilary"

"Looks like our monster truck has decided to start another rally," said Hilary.

Miguel nodded at Lena, agreeing it was time to move. "We're on our way,"

"Hang on a sec, are you down in the motor pool?" Hilary inquired. "Stay where you are, there's something I want to show you."

"O….kay..."

Lena looked just as confused as Ben began chuckling and beckoned them toward another bay. "Step this way," he said invitingly, all the while refusing to elaborate.

Moments later, Ray and Hilary stepped out of the elevator, followed by Erika, Abbey, and Zeke.

"What are you guys doing here?" Miguel asked them as he looked at the Red and Blue Rangers in surprise. "I thought you were working at the Hub."

"Val did me a solid and covered for us," Erika explained. "We wanted to be ready for when our petrol-headed friend finished his pit stop."

"Yeah well, I can't imagine how fast he'll be going now that he's all tuned up," Zeke admitted glumly.

"Well, wait no more!" Ben said excitedly. He led them toward the bay, where a large, amorphous shape was concealed beneath a tarp. As they moved to investigate, Abbey sidled up beside Miguel.

"Are you doing okay?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Miguel replied in earnest, shooting a knowing look to both Lena and Ben. "Yeah, I am."

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ben announced proudly as he and Hilary stepped beside the draping tarp. "If we may have your attention, please?"

"Not to rush you along, guys," said Erika, "but there is still a literal monster truck rampaging around the city."

"Xaviax couldn't have picked a better time to send it," Hilary explained, smile twitching as barely able to contain her excitement. "Because I've been meaning to find a way for you guys to pick up speed."

"Back in the day," said Ben. "We had some handy-dandy motorcycles to get around on. And they packed a mean punch when we needed."

"I found the files a while back. But I knew they'd need an upgrade before I incorporated them into your powers."

"And that's when she called me."

"When did they start adding to each other's sentences?" Lena asked Ray, wincing in discomfort.

"This is new," he said with equal discomfort and horror.

"Anyway," Hilary decided, gesturing to Ben and the tarp. "After you."

"No," Ben insisted. "The whole thing was your idea. You should be the one to show them."

"Yeah, but the only reason they're up and running is because you came down to give me a hand. Computers are my jam, but I can't tell a choke from a carburetor."

"Still, it's your team, you should be the one to-."

"Guys," Ray cut in, half-smiling as he cut off their feedback loop. "I'm glad you've found a way to make your arguing cute, but we're kind of on a clock."

"Right." Hilary giggled sheepishly before once more signaling to her brother. "I get to do this all the time, and you're a guest. Please, do the honors."

"Well then," Ben declared, reaching over to grab the tarp and pausing one last time for dramatic effect. "Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to the Server Cycles."

With an elegant flourish, Ben swished back the tarp, and the jaws of all five Rangers dropped as they gazed at the sight beneath. Five motorcycles, red, blue, yellow, black, and white; freshly polished chassis glinting beneath the motor pool fluorescence as Ray and Hilary grinned at their amazements.

"Go on," Ben chuckled. "Guess who's is whose."

"So, what do you say, guys?" Hilary invited daringly, "Want to show the trucker out there the real meaning of 'high gear'?"

Oh, it was so on! Miguel shot a look at Erika, noting the glinting glee in her eye as she stepped forward with her keycard drawn.

"You guys ready?"

With daring excitement, the others stepped up to join her, and as if the excitement of getting on the bike took over, Miguel followed step with them.

"Ready!"

"Server Force! Login Access!"

The light burst around them, flaring from their wrists as it consumed the teens and their vehicles as the power of the grid flowed forth. It was as if Miguel and the bike were becoming one, an exciting rush of speed flushing through his chest as the suit materialized around his body, the saddle of the bike appearing beneath him as the helmet and visor formed. As the light cleared, the Rangers were already surging out into the city, all mighty engines roaring as they shot into the air and out into the streets.

Now this, this was fast!

It was like Miguel was suddenly alive, the wind whipping past as the bike handled with little more than a thought, effortlessly weaving through the streets despite the blitzing speed. The engine thundered with rumbling power beneath him, like a caged beast just ready to be unleashed; turbocharged and ready for more.

With a cheer of wild enthusiasm, the five Rangers shot across the city, bikes taking them so fast they thought they'd teleported. And then they saw them. The smoke was their signal, pillowing high and calling the Rangers like a beacon. The Cyberdrones were running wild, blasters firing wildly as vehicles blew and overturned as the population fled in terror. But they no longer had any reason to fear. The cavalry had arrived.

With a gleeful grin, Miguel gunned the throttle, shifting into turbo as the bike burst onto the scene. With the twitch of his wrist, the barrels of the blasters unsheathed from the headlights, flaring with shadowed light that lanced between the clustered footsoldiers. The beams boomed on impact, blasting the Cyberdrones in all directions as Miguel's wheels hit the ground and skidded.

"Careful there," he warned them. "The road's no place to play around."

He kicked off again, rushing from zero to a hundred with the triumphant roar of his engine. Around Miguel, the others were having just as grand a time, all bikes tearing through the Cyberdrone ranks like blades shearing fabric. The lasers boomed left and right, scattering the henchmen in all directions as the shots exploded beneath them.

"Now this is what I call a joy ride!" Erika laughed.

"That should teach them to follow the road rules!" Abbey agreed.

"If this is getting back on the bike," Zeke decided. "Then count me in!"

Up ahead, Motor-Mouth was scrambling, body swinging from side to side as he desperately tried to keep track of the motorized Rangers. With a clear line of attack, Lena rocketed forward, snapping out her Security Saber as she closed in for the strike.

"Look out Motor-Mouth!" she laughed. "This is going to wheelie hurt!"

As Motor-Mouth roared with rage, Lena thundered past, sword sliced with a flash as it carved through the mechanized armor. The wheels hit the asphalt, skidding around as she folded the saber into a pistol and opened fire. The white beams streaked past, slicing through his should in a spray of sparks as the monster continued to howl in pain.

"Wheelie?" Hilary demanded. "Really?"

"She's been spending too much time with, Ray," Ben chuckled.

"What can I say?" Lena giggled. "Seems I still get satisfaction from your suffering. Old habits, right?"

Miguel could practically hear Hilary's eye roll. "Now who's back on the bike?"

But playtime was over, and Motor-Mouth had already recovered from Lena's onslaught.

"Looks like it's time to hit you with the full throttle!" he roared as the engine on his back chugged to life. Spinning around, had palms flattened as two barrels emerged and leveled at Miguel and Lena.

"Look out!"

The cannons boomed, mighty shots thundering from the monster's palms as the two Rangers lifted their front wheels and hit debris. Mounting the wreckage like ramps, the black and white cycles hit the air just as the shots exploded behind them, fire blooming into searing smoke as their tires bounced on the ground to pick up speed again.

"So that's how it is, is it?" Motor-Mouth demanded. "Then let's see how you go in high gear?"

Smokestack ripping as more black exhaust spluttered out, the monster vanished into a blur, taking off up the road as his vehicular form made toward the highway.

"He's getting away!" Abbey realized.

"Not this time!"

Miguel gunned it, the engine bursting with fresh power as he took off in hot pursuit. Last time he'd been caught off guard, too overwhelmed with everything else that was happening. But not this time. This time he had the monster in his sights, and he wasn't going to blink. Reaching maximum speed, Motor-Mouth grew closer as the bike moved to overtake and pull the Dark Ranger in parallel to his quarry.

"Hey," said Miguel as he pulled alongside. "Did you know your taillight's broken?"

"Laugh all you want!" Motor-Mouth snarled back. "But you just took a ride into the danger zone!"

He swung out his arm, slamming on the breaks as Miguel ducked beneath, rocketing out past as the Motor-Mouth used the distraction to take off again.

"Can't catch me, Dark Ranger!"

"Heads up, Miguel," Hilary warned him. "You've got some company."

More rippling engines, and at first, Miguel thought it was his teammates. But as he turned and saw the shapes buzzing towards him, his eyes widened behind the visor. Cyberdrones. Fast and mounted Cyberdrones.

"They have bikes now?" Miguel groaned.

"They have bikes now," Hilary confirmed.

Dammit. He'd lost too much speed as he'd skidded to a stop, and at the rate the Cyberdrones were moving, they'd overtake him, swarming him like a flock of buzzards before he could hope to pick up speed. If they surrounded him, then Miguel would have no chance of reaching Motor-Mouth, and then the monster would be free to run rampant all around the city again!

But even if he broke free, he'd be leaving a whole pack of gear-headed Cyberdrones to unleash their own brand of terror. There was no way he'd be able to stop them and still get to Motor-Head in time!

Too much!

Where to even begin?

Take a breath…

The advice echoed out, calling from the back of his mind. Time to give it a shot. Letting the nervous calm take hold, Miguel inhaled, feeling the cold air brush through his nose and fill his lungs with calming clarity.

By the time he exhaled, he knew what he needed to do.

"Guys?" he called into the come. "I've run into the local biker gang. I think they want to meet you."

For a moment, there was quiet, the only reply a sinking silence that echoed back as the buzzing Cyberdrones continued their approach. They were too busy; they had their own problems. No one was coming to help with what Miguel couldn't handle on his own. But then the com crackled in his ear, Miguel's heart igniting as suddenly their team leader answered back affirmingly.

"Don't worry, Miguel," Erika promised. "We're on our way!"

A heartbeat, that's all he'd needed. Now he was back on top, and it was time to start clearing up the mess.

"Hilary?" Miguel asked, "Can you keep track of Truckasaurus? I'm going to make a start on the welcoming committee."

"You know it!"

His hand squeezed the brakes, smoke screeching from the tires as Miguel spun the whole bike around and took off into the swarming gang of Cyberdrones.

"You guys want to ride?" he warned them as the Shadow Saber flashed to his hand. "Then let's ride!"

The engines ahead of him roared with growing fury, the buzzing henchmen racing toward him. Miguel ducked low as they met him, swiping hard to cleave through the robot riding past. The blade sheared through the armor, sparks flying in all directions as the Cyberdrone went flying from the saddle. Its comrades were riding too close, the abandoned bike sweeping beneath their vehicles and crunching beneath the wheels. More Cyberdrones went flying as they were suddenly hurled from their vehicles, smashing into the roadside as Miguel skidded around and readied to charge again.

And that's when heard them, the fires of four more engines approaching at lightning speed.

His team.

"Don't worry, Miguel!" Abbey cheered through the coms. "We've got your back!"

Light flared from the headlights, colored beams surging through the air and booming around the swarms of cyborg bikers. The rounds blossomed into explosions of blazing fire, bursting with concussive force as they scattered the bikers in all directions.

Which was just the opening he needed.

"We've got these clowns!" Erika agreed as she motioned to be Miguel and Abbey. "We'll handle them and be right behind you!"

"Got it!"

The Black and Blue motorcycles kicked off as the Rangers gunned it, leaving the rest of the horde behind as the two raced off in pursuit of their monster. Of course, things were never going to be that easy. Some of the Cyberdrones had broken away from the pack, rocketing away to catch the Rangers before they could reach the rampaging monster.

"They're still on us!" Abbey realized from behind him, as three of them pulled alongside to surround her.

Okay, Miguel, breathe. Think big game…

"Hilary?" he asked suddenly. "Do these things have auto-pilot?"

"Of course, they do," she scoffed, almost insulted.

Perfect.

The light by the handles flicked to green, and with a grin, Miguel leaped up to stand on the saddle. Then, drawing his Security Pistol, he launched himself high above the road.

Seeing his plan, Abbey drew her pistol to toss it high, and the Dark Ranger snatched it as he backflipped overhead. With a roaring battle cry, he squeezed down on the triggers, pistols blazing as the shots soared downward. The searing light pierced the chest, exploding as they hit the ground to blast the flanking Cyberdrones across the asphalt. Then, with the ease gliding eagle, Miguel landed right behind Abbey in the saddle of her cycle.

"Thanks for the save," she said sweetly.

"Thanks for the catch," he replied.

Her head tilted back, just enough for him to know she saw him there, and even through their visors their eyes met. For a moment, just one, they took the moment, feeling the connection as he held her tight and their hearts beat like one.

"Uh, guys?" Hilary sounded into the com. "Monster?"

Their gaze broke just as fast, nervous embarrassment taking hold as they snapped their attention back to the problem.

"Good to see some things stay the same," Ben chuckled, only to be met by the annoyed silence of both Ray and Hilary.

"Can you get alongside my bike?" Miguel asked Abbey. "I've got an idea."

Eyes now straight ahead, the Blue Ranger nodded gunning the throttle as Miguel's black cycle slowed to meet them.

"Hilary?" Miguel asked. "Can you track where Motor-Mouth is heading?"

It was Ray who replied. "I can. Looks like he's making for the main freeway."

"Okay, can you direct me to the best way to cut him off?"

"Calculating now."

With a nod, Miguel leaned closer to Abbey as the two bikes pulled parallel. "Stay on Motor-Mouth and have the others meet you."

"Got it!"

"Okay, Miguel," Ray warned. "If you want to cut him off, you'll need to take the bypass on the left."

"When's that?"

"Now!"

Leaping from Abbey's saddle, Miguel landed on his cycle and reefed the handles, the tires squealing as the vehicles dropped and skidded into the sudden turn. Then, with rubber burning behind him, the bike took off again to the freeway ramp.

Whitney stormed out of the outlet store in a huff, Deryck fumbling with the massive pile of shopping bags as he stammered to keep up.

This was just the worst. Day. Ever!

First, the Hub was out of low-fat oat milk, ruining the consistency of her latte. That was what she learned even after the stupid waitress took forever to take her order. She had to sit there for a whole, like, two minutes before receiving service.

Honestly, no wonder this town was going to hell in a hand-basket if standards were declining like that.

And then, after the new winter collection finally made it to stores, she was told that it was already sold out. As if a business couldn't manage its stock to make it ready for her on launch day?

"Can you believe that?" Whitney scoffed as she stepped out into the street. "I show up and they've already given it away to a whole lot of people. People that bought it before it was even out."

"I know!" Deryck agreed, hoisting the pile of bags to try and improve his grip. "They should have told you that pre-ordering meant that you secured one ahead of time."

"Urgh, I don't pre-order, Deryck," Whitney told him. "Those are for unimportant people."

"I guess…"

But Deryck's uncertainty made no obstacle as Whitney continued to rant all the way along the curb.

"I mean, the nerve of them!" she said. "First, they give away all their stock to people that don't matter, and then they tell me there won't be any more until August. And if I want any, I'll have to put my name on a list. Like I'm the same as everyone else clamoring to get one."

"But you are clamoring to get one…"

"That's not the point, Deryck. People like me don't go on lists, they already have it waiting for them. They… hey, what's that?"

It was like some kind of dust storm, with people running and screaming in all directions as bangs, crashes, and car alarms sounded in the distance. Whatever it was, it was coming heralded their way, a growling engine bursting into a roar up ahead as a looming shape burst from the smoke.

It was a car. No, not a car! A MONSTER!

Whitney shrieked, frozen in terror as the monstrous machine thundered toward them both. Beside her, Deryck screamed just as loud, dropping his mountain of bags as his hands grabbed Whitney tight and pulled her close.

Which was exactly what she needed to snap to her senses.

"Deryck!" she screeched. "What're you doing? Look at all my stuff, just thrown on the dirt like that."

"Sorry, Whitney," Deryck said sheepishly. "I'm just trying to keep you safe. Be your knight in shining-."

"I brought you along to carry my stuff!" Whitney snapped. "If you can't do that then-!"

Then the monster thundered through. The force of the wind alone sent them stumbling, standing far too close as the mighty machine rocketed past a hundred miles an hour. But as it did, the enormous foot slashed through the pooling puddle in the gutter. Before Whitney could so much as squeal, a torrential wave of muddy water burst from the curb, consuming both the teens as the monster rocketed off in the distance.

All Whitney could do was stand there, mouth gaping in shock as her eyes slowly wandered down to the bags that Deryck had cast aside. Their contents were sprawled across the road, trampled by the monster and as muddy as she was.

"Well, Whitney…" Deryck suggested nervous as he wiped the mud from his eyes with a mucky hand. "You could always try for a refund?"

Now she was cold. And she was wet. And this limited edition, hot-pink Coco coat was dry-clean only!

Feeling the fury boil from within her chest, Whitney slowly turned to her companion with burning eyes before finally screaming in exasperation "DE-RYCK…!"

Hitting the exit ramp, Miguel gunned it back into the city.

He could do this. Just one step at a time, and the first one was to get ahead of the monster. Not that Motor-Mouth was particularly hard to find, the smoke from his destruction billowing high to betray the path, and Miguel had no trouble circling around.

He just had to get to him before he reached the bypass.

"He's heading up Main Street," Ray warned him. "Whatever you're planning, you better get ready."

"Just tell me which turn will cut him off!"

With the one moment he had, Miguel breathed in, feeling the calming cool air flush through his chest. He didn't need to make all the decisions, he just needed to make one. And if that didn't work out, he could adapt from there.

He could do this.

"NOW!"

With all his might, Miguel heaved the handles as he snapped the bike into a sharp right, whipping around the corner and picking up to dangerous speed.

"Looking good," Ray confirmed. "You're almost on him and the other Rangers are hot on his tail."

"Guys," Miguel warned through the open com. "Be ready."

His bike the street and thundered forward, the Ranger's eyes narrowing on the intersection where Motor-Mouth was headed.

Nearly there…

"Miguel, you're about to cross his path," Ray warned. "Whatever you're going to do, you better do it now…"

Al…most…!

The bike burst from between the buildings, the other street flashing into Miguel's peripheral vision. There he was, the monstrous shape of Motor-Mouth crossing into the path!

NOW!

With a mighty roar, Miguel launched himself from the saddle, Security Pistol blazing as the Motor-Mouth collided with the bike. At the speed he was moving, the monster had no time to swerve, head-light eyes flashing wide as the cycle crashed beneath his legs and his arms flailed to block the soaring lasers. The crunching vehicle swept the legs from beneath him, sending the machine man skidding headfirst along the pavement before crashing and tumbling in a heap.

"Sorry," Miguel chuckled as he landed. "That was my light. You ready guys?"

"Ready!"

Head still spinning, Motor-Mouth had barely staggered to his feet as he suddenly saw what was coming for him. Erika, Zeke, and Abbey were riding in tight formation, their weapons locked in place and aimed right at him.

"Defrag Blaster!" they cried together. "FIRE!"

The cannon boomed, the three bikes rocking as the Rangers braced against the recoil, and the blazing round of energy shot across the street. Motor-Mouth screamed as the shot connected, bursting into blinding flames that shattered his body in all directions. As the three Rangers skidded to a stop, they watched as smoking pieces of monster rained down upon the ruined street. As Lena rode up behind them, Miguel ran over to the rest of the team.

"Great shooting guys!"

"Us?" Erika laughed. "Way to go, Miguel!"

"That was a great plan," Abbey agreed.

Blushing beneath his helmet, Miguel looked over at the crumbled wreckage of his Server Cycle.

"Sorry about the bike, Hilary," he admitted nervously into the com.

"That's okay," Hilary chuckled back. "I know a guy. You guys ready for round two?"

Perfectly timed, the emerald beam split down from the sky, engulfing the steaming pieces of monster and drawing them together in a sickly glow. Quick as a flash, Motor-Mouth was back up and running, towering over the city at a new colossal size.

"Just can't keep me in the pits!" he cackled with glee. "I'm just too fast and too furious!"

With a nod to the rest of the team, Erika held the communicator and confirmed. "Time to meet this guy's need for speed!"

"Firing on all cylinders," Hilary told them. "Deploying Zords!"

The five Rangers cheered as the air was filled with the familiar roar of engines; Red and White Racers screeching around the corner, the Shadow Cycle and Yellow truck coming up behind as the Blue Jet soared above. With a synchronous cheer, the Rangers launched themselves into the cockpits, landing into the driver's seat and picking up speed.

"Looks like we've got some new racers on the track!" Motor-Mouth cackled. "But their rubber and engines have got no chance of taking the lead!"

"He's right, guys," Erika decided. "He's going to be way too fast for the Megazords."

One problem at a time. One step…

"Then we don't use both Megazords!" Miguel realized. "Lena and I are fast on the ground. We can keep him busy while you guys get into position."

"Works for me!" Lena confirmed through the coms.

"All right then,' Erika agreed. "Miguel, Lena, that rust bucket is all yours. Abbey, Zeke?"

"Right! Let's bring them together!"

Miguel's hand slammed down on the gearstick, revving the Shadow-Cycle Zord into top speed as rocketed ahead with the Lightspeed Racer. Motor-Mouth was still fast, but his bulkier size was dragging him down, and with their lighter frames, the two smaller Zords caught up in no time.

"Watch out below!" Lena chuckled as her Racer Zord pulled out ahead, slamming the brakes just as the Motor-Mouth's foot tripped into her. The machine-man stumbled forward, cursing as he skidded to a stop and Lena took off again.

"You'll pay for that!" He roared. "No one cuts me off!"

"Wow," Miguel laughed. "Talk about a case of road rage!"

With the engine gunning to full torque, the Cycle-Zord gunned in, slim profile splitting the air like a bullet as he whipped around the monster.

"Hey, stay still!" Motor-Mouth snarled, giant foot quaking the ground as tried and failed to stamp down on the small vehicle. "Haven't you ever heard of a speed limit?"

Pulling down hard on the handles, Miguel's Shadow-Cycle Zord veered right, leaning down on a sharp angle as it skidded around the monster. Screaming with fury, Motor-Mouth stomped down again, the road cratering as he missed the Zord by a mile.

"We're just here to keep yours in check," said Miguel. "You know, if you catch my drift."

"You can run all day," Motor-Mouth warned them. "But neither of you has got the horsepower it'll take to stop me."

"Maybe we don't," Lena agreed. "But they do!"

"WHAT?"

Nearby, the three primary Zords had used the opening to converge, with the screech of steaming tires shooting their combined mechanical warrior into an upright position.

"How's it going, guys?" Miguel grinned, as he watched Motor-Mouth's eyes flash in surprise.

"Cyber Security Megazord!" the three declared. "Online!"

The monster had barely spun around as the hulking warrior thundered in, slamming down a mighty punch that quacked into the monster's jaw. Backed into the buildings, there was no room left to maneuver. Forced into a standstill, Motor-Mouth had no way of picking up speed.

"Looks like you're caught in a bit of a traffic jam," Miguel taunted before looking to Lena on the viewscreen. "Shall we?"

"Good idea!"

"Let's bring them together!"

His hand curled around the gear and slammed it down, Shadow-Cycle Zord pulling side-by-side with the Lightspeed Racer as the machines began to unfold. The Cycle split open, the racer pulling ahead before reversing for insertion. With the bodies docked, the breaks slammed as the paired Zords shot upright, gears whirring as the armored warrior finished forming and the two Rangers shunted into the shared cockpit.

"Twilight Server Megazord!" they declared. "Online!"

Transformation complete, the Megazord took a thunderous step forward right as the Cyber Security delivered a powerful haymaker bellow Motor-Mouth's chin. As the colossal monster stumbled backward, the first of the Megazords stepped back, joining its companion as the two titans towered above the city.

"I think he's just about out of gas," Erika decided.

"Then it's time to send him to the scrap heap!" Miguel agreed with a cheer.

With the crack of thunder, the mighty sword appeared in the Cyber Security's hand while the Twilight Server's twin barrels emerged from its palms and aimed at the groveling Motor-Mouth.

"No, wait!" he wailed as the two Megazords converged. "I still got gas in the tank!"

But the Rangers paid no heed. The Cyber Security surged forward, mighty sword raised to strike as the Twilight Server unleashed a torrential, blinding blast.

"Twilight Server… FLASH!"

"Cyber Power… STRIKE!"

Like it was dropping the checkered flag, the Cyber Security brought the blade down upon the monster as it rocketed past, swiping clean through the mechanical body in the calamitous crash. Then, just as the Megazord cleared the path and left Motor-Mouth stumbling, a surge of blazing energy erupted from the Twilight Server's cannons, engulfing the mechanical monstrosity and searing through its body. As the light faded, the monster was already falling, screaming his final words as his legs gave way beneath him.

"Guess this engine's stalled for good!"

Then he hit the ground and exploded with a cataclysmic boom. Molten flame blossomed in all directions, convulsing into a ball of fire that burst into the sky as every ounce of the monster vanished into ash As the flames subsided into smoke, the two Megazords stood together, towering above their beloved city as two heroic titans. A symbol of hope through the chaos and the wreckage.

A few hours later, Erika and Abbey stepped back through the doors of the Hub. They'd enjoyed their time to themselves, but even self-care time had its limits. And with Valerie taking the morning shift all on her own and Electro-Head gearing up for a set that afternoon, it was only fair that the Abbey return to lighten take the load.

Arriving outside, the two girls braced themselves, knowing full well the chaos that could be waiting for them on the other side. But as their hearts thumped in anticipation and the heavy doors parted before them, the breath was almost snatched from their chests in surprise at what met them.

It was calm.

It was by no means empty; most tables had at least two people sitting at them, the pool table surrounded and a line already forming at the counter. And yet, despite the volume of people, there seemed to be a strange, orderly flow going about the center.

"Well, now," Dirk chuckled as he waved the two girls over. "There are my ever-dependable waitresses."

"What's going on?" Abbey asked in amazed disbelief. "I don't think I've ever seen it running so smoothly."

"Yeah," Erika agreed, as she nodded over to a nearby table. "Whitney's not even complaining about anything."

Although, their usual problem client looked far too shell-shocked to be worried about anything, her grimy hair dried and crusty, brown patches all over her precious clothing as her furious glare seemed absolutely fixed on a quivering Deryck.

"I had some help," Dirk smiled, a glint in his eye that was almost cryptic as he nodded toward the kitchen.

Sharing a look and knowing they'd never get an answer from him, both Abbey and Erika snaked around the counter to investigate behind the doors. Their initial surprise upon entering the Hub had been nothing when compared to who greeted them inside.

"Miguel?" Abbey gasped, jaw almost dropping as she laid eyes on the neat and organized wash-up area. "This looks amazing!"

With an apron around his waist and his hand elbow-deep in soapy water, Miguel looked up to see his two teammates beaming at him in flabbergasted pride.

"You think so?" he asked them with a sheepish smile.

"Are you kidding?" Erika scoffed. "I don't think I've ever seen the dirty stack so small when we had this many customers."

"I figured out a system," Miguel shrugged. "I realized that we kind of get rush periods for plates, but cups can fit anywhere so we always can have some going through the washer. If I put the big stuff in the sink while the washer's running, I can get a few more through while I wait."

"That's amazing," Abbey said proudly. "How'd you figure it out?"

"I just…" Miguel shrugged. "I took a breath. Slowed down, took it one problem at a time."

"That's not all he did," Valerie told them as she saddled in behind them with a tub of dirty dishes. "He got the coffee machine working too."

Abbey's floor almost hit the floor. "You what? What was the problem? How'd you figure it out?"

Eyes slowly drifting to the floor, Miguel just shrugged. "It seems like something was blocking the output," he explained. "Like barely anything was coming out while the pressure was going way up. So, I just detached the group head and slowly followed the pipe until I found the block. It wasn't anything, really."

"Nothing really…" Abbey repeated, still pretty sure she didn't even know what a 'group head' even was while astounded at how much Miguel had achieved in such little time.

"Look, this is amazing and all," Erika agreed as she slowly backed toward the exit. "But I'm going to love you and leave you. I've got soundcheck in ten. Good work, Miguel."

As Erika headed out with Val, Abbey's smile only widened as she reached over to where the aprons were kept and put one on to start her shift.

"I …uh… I can jump out of the way if you're taking over," Miguel said nervously, only for Abbey to softly put a comforting on his shoulder.

"No," she replied. "You did all this, it's your show to run. Where do you want me?"

"Gah! Not again!"

Ender almost howled with fury as he watched the events unfold on the monitor, his latest creation blasted apart by the pair of Megazords. Beside him, ArcKnight was his usual expressionless and unhelpful self.

"It appears that this one too was not enough to overcome them," he noted.

"Why, thank you," Ender growled bitterly. "I hadn't noticed that. I thought all the fire and smoke might have meant a different outcome. That somehow it meant something different to the last fifteen times it happened!"

"The Rangers appear weak," ArcKnight agreed. "But their successive victories are proving them to be worthy adversaries. We must adjust our strategies to defeat them."

"Why, of course! Why didn't I think of that?" Ender explained. "Just do something different! You're just a regular Sun-Tzu, aren't you? Honestly, at first, their fiery spirit was quite entertaining, a trio of teenagers with attitude that brought a little amusement to my day. But now their lack of appreciation of all my hard work is really starting to annoy!"

Midway through his ranting, the doors had hissed open, Xaviax gliding inside and patiently waiting to continue. The only warning Ender received was the icy prickling at the back of his neck, the instinctive wariness of an oncoming threat.

"Then perhaps, Ender, a different approach entirely is in order," their master mused as the seething monster maker slunk back toward his desk as ArcKnight scurried to kneel beside him. "Perhaps we need not look at the battles that we are losing, but what we are gaining from the fight?"

Through gritted teeth, Ender scowled as his master sauntered forward, casually imposing on the computer console to begin punching at the controls.

"Your work is not unappreciated, Ender," Xaviax insisted. "It is simply part of a bigger plan. I can assure you, that the monsters you have sent to battle the Power Rangers have been essential to completing my plan. Your willingness to handle our technicolored friends has allowed me to focus my attention elsewhere, to allow my public persona to grow in presence and influence and bring the other parts together."

"But master," ArcKnight insisted. "What is the point of our battles if it is not to destroy the Power Rangers?"

"Oh, by all means, destroy the Power Rangers if you have to," Xaviax replied. "But do not fret on your lack of progress on that front. There are more victories in battle than mere destruction. And in the meantime, I have found a new asset we will use to slip behind Dr. Hawkins' defenses."

With the tap of a few keys, the screen lit up, various maps, codes schematics images. But as Ender stared at the pieces of his master's plan, a particular image caught his eye, and a sinister smile began to spread along his lips.

"Brilliant idea, our most malignant one," he smiled darkly. "What a brilliant idea, indeed…"

"You were amazing today!"

Abbey could barely contain her excitement, squeezing onto Miguel's arm as the two of them wandered up the street. Miguel had helped run the Hub, right up to close, running the balancing act at the sink while Abbey had swerved between the tables to keep them cleared. Side by side, the time had flown, and they'd finished in record time when at last Dirk had closed up for the night.

Beside her, Miguel was smiling, still somewhat begrudgingly as she continued to bombard him with her infectious enthusiasm. Soon or later, he'd start to believe her.

To see what Abbey saw in him.

Eventually, they reached the crossroads, the turn Miguel would take home to his foster home while Abbey would continue on without him. As they arrived, their steps began to slow, and Abbey gently turned to face him and bid him farewell.

"Seriously." As Abbey turned to him, she brushed a stray hair from her face to look at Miguel in full. "I know that yesterday didn't go so well. In… a lot of ways. But it was great to see you giving it another shot. What changed?"

"I got some good advice," Miguel admitted. "About time I started listening to sense, right?"

He breathed out a chuckle, cheeks widening to a nervous smile, an involuntary reaction that betrayed his underlying satisfaction. As if he'd realized something, but only just put it together. Like he wanted to say more, but only if she wanted to hear it?

With barely more than a shuffle, Abbey took a step closer.

"What'd you figure out?"

"That I'm kind of bad at seeing the good things right in front of me," Miguel replied, his eyes looking up to lock with hers. "That I spend so much time beating myself up from my mistakes that I don't look back and learn from them. It stops me from learning to do the best thing when I get a chance to do it."

Abbey's heart punched the cage within her ribs, a single purposeful beat that slowed in anticipation. Were they… still talking about his shift at the Hub? A warmth spread across her cheeks as Miguel leaned slightly closer as if lulled by a siren's song.

"And what have you learned?" Abbey asked.

"That maybe I don't have to be defined by my mistakes," he said. "That if I do things in a way that works for me, then they won't hold me back from the good things in life."

Okay, they definitely weren't still talking about the Hub. Drawing in a shuddered breath, Abbey dared lean in closer, and although Miguel didn't lean further to meet her, he didn't back away either.

"And what way is that?" Abbey asked him.

"That I've got to take my time," Miguel admitted. "That if I take things slow, then I can do things right. It might not always be the pace that people want, but I'll get there. If people are willing to wait."

It wasn't the answer Abbey wanted, but it was a step. And despite it feeling like part refusal, Miguel did not pull away. The shrinking space hung between them, locked between their longing eyes as a silent, unspoken message of absolute clarity.

It wasn't a 'no', just a 'not yet'.

"The right people know that you're worth waiting for," Abbey said warmly. "If it helps you do things right, then take all the time you need."

"It does," Miguel smiled back. "Thanks, Abbey."

At last, they parted, pulling themselves away like they were fighting the force magnets, and the two bid each other farewell. Abbey watched him go, walking up the street while occasionally looking over his shoulder. Every time, Abbey would giggle and look away, only for her feet to remain grounded as Miguel continued his journey up the path.

Slow.

She could do that.

At last, Miguel vanished over the crest of the hill, and with spring in her step, Abbey turned up the road to continue her journey home. There was nothing that could have killed her mood tonight, that could even hope to still the fluttering in her chest as Abbey floated in a blissful daze.

Things, at last, were looking up; better than they had for a long time.

The sun had truly set by the time she'd reached her family's drive, the last climb up the steep concrete that led to the front door. Still, in her gleeful trance, Abbey almost missed it, hidden in the shadows of the night.

But it still caught her eye.

It was just enough for her to do a double take, out of the ordinary and enough in the open that it snapped her mind to attention.

It was an earring.

Abbey recognized it, it was one of hers. A jade teardrop, one that she rarely wore. And yet, despite its neglect, a sense of familiarity pranged from deep in her mind that Abbey couldn't put her finger on.

And then she saw the other one.

This one was further away, just by the tall hedge that lined the drive, like they'd been dropped one after the other in a hurry. Walking over, Abbey kneeled and picked up the second, only to gasp in stark realization at why they seemed so familiar. Because she hadn't been the one to pull them from her jewelry box.

Gail had.

And she'd been wearing them on the day that she disappeared.

Something moved behind her, the flicker of shadow by Abbey's peripheral that caused her to whip around in shock. But the only face that met her was her own.

"Hello, me," said Gail with a sinister smile. "It's been a while."

Abbey's arm lashed out on instinct, a strike of panicked terror that her double blocked with ease. Then a hand clamped around her mouth. Abbey tried to scream as the cold hardness of the grip stifled the sound, her eyes bugling as she realized who it belonged to. What it belonged to.

It was a Cyberdrone.

"Your friends might be your strength," Gail decided mockingly. "But I've made a few of my own."

More hands grabbed ahold, holding Abbey in a vice as Gail smiled darkly and turned to the house. Slowly, the evil clone began to walk toward the threshold, while Abbey squirmed with all her might to break free. Then, just before she could phase from the grip and lunge at her double, something cracked against the back of her head.

And then Abbey's world went black.

NEXT TIME:

Abbey's evil clone, Gail, is back in town, capturing her original before any of the Rangers can realize it. Determined to make the most of her time before discovery, Gail approaches Zeke in hopes of using his unrequited feelings against him, drawing him into a plan that puts the entire team at risk.

Will the team realize that one of their own has been replaced?

What schemes could Gail devise now that she's joined forces with the evil Xaviax?

And even if he does see through her lies, can Zeke really bring himself to destroy a monster bearing the image of the only girl he's ever loved?

Find out next time on:

POWER RANGERS

SERVE FORCE

Taken Identity

Power Rangers: Server Force is a fan-made team of Rangers, and not explicitly based on any other existing Rangers or Sentai property, with artwork character models created through Hero Forge.

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